rslcontracting Chapter 506: The Limits of What a Bug Can Do
Chapter 506: The Limits of What a Bug Can Do
Countless tentacles surged forth grotesquely, his eyes seemingly filled with boundless rage and madness.
He used the undying curse of the Little One's family to block a world-shattering strike!
Crack—
The fissure on his Cursed Eye rapidly expanded once more, almost shattering.
And right there amidst that frenzied dance of curses, he twisted his head upward, struggling with immense difficulty amidst the shifting tides of madness and clarity to suppress the curse's urge to laugh maniacally, regaining that final shred of lucidity as he looked toward that massive dragon head and snarled:
"Let's... see... if I can actually die by your hand today?!"
Like a derisive, insane mockery!
A mockery aimed at those who proclaim themselves gods!
"You will die!!"
The God of All Machines raged as he resisted the curse's influence, surging forward relentlessly, spewing annihilating death beams from his maw, continuously trying to descend even as the curse took hold.But with every inch he advanced, the sound of those massive chains grew louder.
Just as he himself had said!
No god could escape the suppression of a curse!
Not even him!
Because this place was originally a god's burial ground! A dumping ground for discarded gods, exiled and suppressed like historical monuments across countless perished generations!
He refused to accept it!
He refused!!
Clang—
Accompanied by the immense sound of chains tightening throughout the black mist, countless black chains densely emerged from the space behind him, heavily binding his dragon head and violently halting his descent.
He threw his head back and let out a sky-rending, piercing draconic roar.
[Ding! The God of All Machines has been affected by the "Madness Curse"!]
[Ding! The God of All Machines has been affected by the "Manic Laughter Curse"!]
[Ding...]
Along with the system prompts, the curses from those six books finally took full effect on him at this moment.
His consciousness began to spiral into madness, he let out icy-blue rumbling guffaws just like Lynn's, he began to feel drowsy, he became unwilling to move using his dragon claws, he suddenly felt the urge to vent his desires...
He gradually became... devoid of fighting spirit.
Boom—
Accompanied by a tremendous sound.
"Hahahahaha!!"
Bound tightly by the chains, he laughed uncontrollably and painfully like a maniac, his massive dragon head drooping listlessly against the spatial barrier, his eyelids constantly drooping, his eyes filled with indescribable frenzy, yet bizarrely giving off no sense of fighting spirit whatsoever.
Under the interference of that final terrifying curse.
He even seemed to lose interest in the very act of killing Lynn, finding it utterly boring.
And as his fighting spirit vanished, the urge to sleep quickly followed.
The massive draconic laughter slowly quieted down.
He became drowsy, listless, completely devoid of fighting spirit.
"You... lunatic—"
He laughed miserably without any fighting spirit, even losing the will to resist the curses or launch attacks.
And then in the next moment.
Thud—
The undying curse of the Little One's family on Lynn's body, under the strain of the Cursed Eye's overloaded operation, automatically dissipated after lasting only a few dozen seconds.
Releasing three Root-level curses in such a short time had pushed his Cursed Eye to the brink of collapse.
He reverted to his original form and heavily crashed to the ground.
He lay prone on the ground, his state becoming similar to the God of All Machines, alternating between manic laughter, frenzy, drowsiness, and despondency.
The curses.
Had also completely spread across his body!
He laughed maniacally with half-open, bloodshot, sleepy eyes, his brief moments of reason constantly telling him that now was the best time to escape, the final chance to survive.
But the curse made him unable to muster any fighting spirit.
He couldn't even... be bothered to move a muscle.
He had forcibly, through reckless use of curses, dragged the situation into a stalemate.
...
The howling wind roared.
In the brief, intense confrontation, the mechanical dragon head and Lynn, one in the sky, one on the ground, listlessly stared at each other, alternating between manic laughter and drowsy stillness.
One no longer had the fighting spirit to kill him.
The other no longer had the fighting spirit to escape.
Both absurd and eerie.
But at this moment.
Still, no one dared to take a single step closer!
Nor dared to even glance this way!
Because those books had not closed, they were still continuously spewing curses in all directions. Anyone who dared to look here would immediately be affected by those six books.
And because they remained open, the curse durations were constantly being refreshed on both Lynn and the God of All Machines.
It could be said.
Without external interference, this had almost become a deadlock.
"You think... just because you used curses... I really can't... kill you..."
A low, listless voice emanated from within the massive mechanical dragon head devoid of fighting spirit, forcing itself to speak.
Lynn lay emptily on the ground, saying emptily, "You can't be bothered to kill me..."
The God of All Machines, with drooping, sleepy eyes and a hoarse voice, his dragon head hanging low, said, "I can't be bothered to kill you... but you... can't be bothered to flee for your life either... isn't that right..."
Lynn, eyes blurry with sleep, triggered the Manic Laughter Curse, saying, "Hehehe... yeah... that's right... can't be bothered to run..."
The God of All Machines struggled to support himself, resisting the intense despondency and frenzy, forcing out a cold laugh:
"But don't you forget (yawn)... I... still have subordinates..."
Lynn, half-closing his sleepy eyes, his voice as faint as a mosquito's, said, "Oh... yeah..."
Then, under Lynn's utterly unenthusiastic gaze, from the Black Inverted Pyramid hanging almost mid-air, accompanied by the massive sounds of machinery, row after row of dark launch ports were revealed.
Boom—
One after another, pitch-black missiles rose from the massive inverted pyramid, shaking the entire Cursed City.
"Aren't you going to... leave some last words?"
The God of All Machines gritted his teeth, struggling to savor his expression.
Those pitch-black missiles reflected in Lynn's pupils, piercing through the black mist like fireworks rising at dawn.
"Hahahahaha!"
Lynn, devoid of fighting spirit, whether triggered by the Manic Laughter Curse or not, gazed listlessly at those missiles, emitting low chuckles from his throat.
That was his last words.
But he still couldn't be bothered to move a muscle, still had no fighting spirit whatsoever.
"You're going to die..." The massive mechanical dragon head lying prone in the sky gazed at him emptily and listlessly, its eyes alternating between confusion and clarity.
"But you should feel honored... because you are the first... lowly creature in history... that I wanted to kill but couldn't..."
"You have reached the limit... of what an insect can achieve..."
His voice carried a hint of pity and hoarseness.
Under the effects of the six curses, their consciousnesses constantly wandered wildly between the drastically different curse effects.
Lynn lay listlessly on his side, sleepy-eyed, saying, "Oh... yeah..."
Without any fighting spirit, he rolled himself over, gazing drowsily at the black mist on the horizon, watching missile after missile shooting toward his position, as if watching a fireworks show about to begin.
In such a situation, he originally wanted to flip a middle finger as a sign of respect.
But he couldn't even be bothered to flip a middle finger.
He even felt this wasn't so bad, dying amidst a brilliant fireworks display seemed like a kind of solace too.
He yawned.
Then, utterly devoid of fighting spirit, he sprawled himself out on the ground, arms spread wide like an embrace toward the sky, revealing a smile.
As if.
Embracing the sky full of warheads and death.
Having used up all his trump cards, having reached the limit of what a human could achieve, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to sing a song, to praise this brilliant moment.
Ah, raging life...
You are like...
A poem.
He contentedly closed his eyes.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—
Instantly, carpet bombing resounded throughout the Cursed City, massive flames and dust spreading toward the entire sky like the arrival of doomsday.
That was the descent of countless missiles, a carpet-like baptism of the entire area!
It represented destruction of the most romantic extreme!
But it was also at this moment.
As the explosive shockwave surged forth, amidst the dancing flames of the gale, a thread seemed to subtly connect the fates of two people.
As if seeing that black umbrella fluttering amidst the flames and explosions.
Seeing that figure drifting like a black rose beneath the black umbrella.
And just as the explosive wave was about to engulf him.
That girl, like a black flower bud, descended beside him, extending her slender arms toward him without hesitation, pulling him into her embrace. Her closed eyes showed no discernible care.
She simply used her own back to face the overwhelming...
Death.
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